Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He thought that he had the strength of a peak Earth level, and had already reached the limit of the secret realm, so he shouldn't be afraid of any other Martial Cultivator.    

At least, he could run away if he couldn't beat them.    

However, he didn't expect that although this secret realm looked beautiful, it was too dangerous.    

He had just entered when he encountered an Origin Beast that was on par with his strength.    

Fortunately, that Origin Beast also seemed to be wary.    

Perhaps it was because the other party was full that he didn't want to take the risk.    

And now, he had just gotten rid of the danger. He did not think that the danger would come out of nowhere again.    

And it was attracted by someone else.    

It was fine if the other party died, but he also brought the danger to him.    

"What should we do?"    

"I might be able to take care of one Earth level Devil Beast, but a bunch of Earth level Devil Beast. I can't kill them even if I activate my Heavenly Eye."    

The Origin Beast's speed was very fast, and his attack speed wasn't slow either. His body was nimble, and they used his body as a weapon.    

Humans had the advantages of humans, sharp Source Device, and powerful origin techniques.    

His Heavenly Eye might be able to attack an Origin Beast, and the Origin Beast's speed could instantly tear him apart.    

Although his body was very tough, it definitely couldn't compare to the sharp claws and teeth of the Origin Beast.    

As he ran, Qin Ming's forehead was covered in sweat.    

He could feel the Origin Beast getting closer and closer, and he could even sense their dangerous auras.    

"They are at least Earth level, and most likely at the peak of Earth level."    

Qin Ming could tell the strength of these Origin Beast, and his heart felt heavy.    

Death was so close to him.    

"Awoo! Awoo!"    

The Origin Beast let out a wild roar, as if Qin Ming was already their meal.    

"If you want to eat me, then prepare to break your teeth."    

Stopping his steps, Qin Ming turned around and tightly clenched his fist, his eyes filled with killing intent.    

Since he couldn't run, then he would fight with these Origin Beast.    

Qin Ming had never known to give up in his life.    

Looking at the ten Origin Beast surrounding him, even though his back was covered in sweat, his eyes were still fierce.    

These Origin Beast had long ears, white fur, and gray fur, just like rabbits.    

However, their thick forelimbs and shocking tongues were much more ferocious than rabbits.    

Their eyes, in particular, were emitting a dark red glow, looking like they were about to devour someone.    

Qin Ming stood where he was, and his Qi was overflowing. He had opened the Heavenly Eye on his forehead, and was ready to use the Nether Fire at any time.    

He could kill one at a time. It would be great if he could scare them and give them a chance to escape.    

However, Qin Ming also knew that there were groups of Origin Beast. It was impossible for them to escape because of the deaths of one or two of their companions.    

The biggest possibility was to provoke the other party's ferocity.    

But even so, Qin Ming would still show no mercy. He would kill as many as he could.    

Even if he had to die, he would drag the other party down with him.    

"Argh..."    

The ten Origin Beast let out a ferocious roar. Their legs bent violently, and then they jumped high into the air. They stretched out their claws and threw themselves at Qin Ming.    

With half of Qin Ming's height and ten of them, if these Origin Beast were to attack Qin Ming, they would definitely knock him down.    

As long as Qin Ming fell to the ground, there was no way he could get up again.    

The Martial Cultivator that died just now was accidentally knocked down.    

At this moment, Qin Ming wasn't nervous at all. He was highly focused. The moment the Origin Beast jumped up, he didn't retreat. Instead, he rushed forward, aiming at one of the Origin Beast with the weakest strength. A pair of iron fists smashed down without hesitation.